Shakespeare the Auditor

To tell or not to tell that is the question. If it is better to take up arms against tycoons siphoning blood from pension funds or to endure the wrath of numbers set on arguing: To thyself be true two and two is four without added 000,000,000,000 Santa Claus bonuses! Ignoramus adding fives subtracting nines to cover up crimes. Shredding numbers into the trash hiding cash, Pulling number out of the hat. Three and three is nine? Poor numbers bare to the bones as unequivocal in truth as in lying unlimited by culture undiminished by time universal and immortal can’t be minced sweetened or doubled to camouflage a lie. Ah, if words were like numbers! Would I be a writer?